A Writing Admission

This morning I woke up with the intention of erasing yesterday's post. It is embarrassing to admit that I do not write merely to write. I write hoping to enter into an relationship with a reader. It makes sense to compare writing to the proverbial tree in the forest. If it falls and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?

Edna Ferber said, "Only amateurs say that they write for their own amusement. Writing is not an amusing occupation. It is a combination of ditch-digging, mountain-climbing, treadmill and childbirth. Writing may be interesting, absorbing, exhilarating, racking, relieving. But amusing? Never!" Thank you Edna, thank you Lizz (my first follower) and thank you readers.